There are only two kinds of people in the world, the Irish and those who wish they were.

May the Devil cut the toes off our foes, that we may know them by their limping.

Go n-eiri an t-adh leat. ("Good luck.")

Here's to beefsteak when you're hungry, Whiskey when you're dry, All the women you'll ever want, And heaven when you die.

'Tis only a stepmother would blame you: There's no need to be embarrassed or feel badly about committing a small offense, if the deed is so insignificant that only a jealous, belittling stepmother could find fault with you.

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'Tis better to buy a small bouquet And give to your friend this very day, Than a bushel of roses white and red To lay on his coffin after he's dead.

The health of all Ireland and of County Mayo, And when that much is dead, may we still be on the go.

St. Patrick was a gentleman Who through strategy and stealth Drove all the snakes from Ireland. Here's toasting to his health. But not too many toastings Lest you lose yourself and then Forget the good St. Patrick And see all those snakes again.